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sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may,
@ 2013-02-10 15:00:00

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2009-09-24, julian, sam

and the steps taken yesterday will beckon again.

Who: Sam and Julian.
Where: The Summers house; the back yard.
When: Mid-afternoon.

Mrs. Summers -- he couldn’t bring himself to call her Camilla as she’d said he could -- had told him with a smile on her face that he could borrow any of the books he found lying around the house, he didn’t need to ask so long as it didn’t look like one of the younger Summers’ school books. Sam had never gone to school, he wasn’t entirely sure what a school book looked like and what made it so different from other books but he had come to realise that those ones tended to carry heavier scents than the others. A stack of books on the coffee table, slightly skewed at strange angles, had carried the very strong scent of Lotti and so he’d associated those with school and the other wolf immediately and left them alone. There were some shelves with novels and volumes on and it was from those that he had ultimately chosen one to take out onto the back porch with him to read by himself.

There was a chill in the air but it didn’t bother him in the least, he had his layers, fingerless gloves and scarf included, and wolves didn’t feel the cold as much as others might, it was what they were built for. He might be better suited to braving the cold in his animal form with his thick pelt of fur but he was comfortable enough right now as it was. When the porch door opened and Mrs. Summers appeared beside him he’d been about to ask if he was in the way when she set a mug of something down beside him, close enough that he could reach it but not so close that he might knock it over by accident. She gave him a bright, warm smile and then went back into the house without much in the way of comment, leaving Sam to gaze down at the mug of steaming liquid inquisitively. It didn’t look like tea and it didn’t smell like coffee. It smelled sweeter than that.

Sam was still in the process of figuring out just what it was -- and on another level puzzling out just why it had been set down beside him like an offering -- when he caught the scent of another wolf, one he recognised. Instinctively he tensed, his fingers curling around the edges of the borrowed book even tighter, his gaze lifting from the mug and its contents and sweeping over the yard. It wasn’t until he heard someone step onto the patio behind him that he realised the scent had come from that direction. Sam didn’t turn around, just stayed where he was, breathing shallow and uncertain. The last encounter he’d had with this particular wolf had been anything but friendly.

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docfluffy
2013-02-17 06:50 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't unusual for the Davis children to be found at the Summers home and vice-versa. With most of the Davis-es having grown up and gone away, it was becoming less of a common scene to have all...thirteen? children of various ages running amok in one house. Still, Julian stopped by once in a while to see the younger kids or to bring Jordan by to play video games with Kyle, when the older boy was feeling generous enough to play with the younger. For some reason, the younger Davises were not as close as he and August and Trent all had been. Then again, the alpha-beta-twin bond was possibly a deeper one than most pseudo-sibling relationships. At any rate, sometimes Camilla watched the twins when neither Julian or Christopher could take them. They were still not ready to play nice at preschool, so Camilla kindly watched them on occasion.

Today had been a mess. Julian was stronger than your average veterinarian but there were dogs that were so difficult to manage that Julian just wanted to stick them with a sedative and be done with it. Not to mention the fact that Julian was the only full-time male doctor so they tended to give him all the big, difficult dogs to begin with anyway. Goliath (aptly named) was a 210-pound Great Dane that had given Julian a run for his money this morning. So, weary and miserable, he cut the engine of his truck in their garage and started walking over. He was still going over the inventory of his aching muscles when he stepped onto the back porch, completely unaware that the nonthreatening scent he'd smelled was only familiar because he'd nearly attacked its owner a few days ago.

To be fair, Julian felt bad about that day. In a way. His father, however, had been completely unmoved by Julian's moral dilemma. Instead, he'd gotten a lecture on what a beta's duties were, especially to his alpha's family. So the guilt was lectured away until right now. "Hey," Julian nodded, hands in his pockets. "How are you settling in?" he asked, trying to make nice. He didn't really want to apologize over how he'd behaved (after all, it would send the wrong idea until Julian and he were better acquainted) but Julian could start to be nicer to Sam. After all, August had clearly found him all right enough to stay at his own home, with the children around. Camilla was a tough one herself, but that didn't mean that August was still going to let her take care of a threat. Sam must've passed then.

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tamest
2013-02-18 05:13 pm UTC (link)

Sam was all too aware of just how lucky he was to have been invited into the family home, and not only that, the home of the pack's last Alpha pair. August had taken over from his father when he'd come of age as Sam understood it which meant that Mrs. Summers -- she was probably going to have to flat-out command him to call her Camilla before he would actually go ahead and do that -- was the previous Alpha Female. It was nothing short of a miracle that Sam could look her in the eye at all instead of at his own feet the entire time they were in the same room and he'd come very close to doing that when he'd first met her, dominant wolves didn't just stop being dominant and he'd been able to pick up on it right away. Intimidated though he had been -- still was -- she had such a warm and generous way about her that he couldn't help but relax around her, if only a little. So far the Summers family were being surprisingly welcoming. That in and of itself was a shock for Sam. He was just waiting for the other shoe to drop because in his experience it always did, there was no getting away from it, and sooner or later everything would clear up and make sense and return to some semblance of reality that he could understand.

Julian's greeting was far from hostile but he still couldn't bring himself to look up at the other male. Sam lifted his gaze briefly in a respectful acknowledgement but beyond that he just didn't have it in him, especially not after their first meeting. "Good," he said. "Thank you." Because it was polite to say so when someone had asked him a question like the one Julian had. "It's a lovely home." Sam gazed past Julian's legs at the house in question, what he could see of the interior from where he sat.

A silence settled and it made him uncomfortable, prompting him to say, albeit not too loudly, lifting the object in question a little as if he needed the visual aid for his statement, "Mrs. Summers said I could borrow some of the books." On some level he felt like he had to explain the book, why he had hold of it, since it wasn't his. That wasn't all that unusual for Sam though, he didn't have many personal possessions of his own and for many years he'd been told that he couldn't touch anyone else's things unless he asked for permission. The Omega in Sam just wanted the dominant in Julian to know that he'd been given said permission already.

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